Now tell me or you will bespending the night in your poop filled diapers."I replied, "Yes. Can I please be changed?" Well at least the truth came out,... I said.I was then changed again in front of the girls. Once the diapers came offand the mess revealed I could see the disgust in many of the girl's faces.Amanda expertly wiped my behind and reapplied a diaper for me to wear.This time only one, I doubt I needed to create such a mess again with howmuch came out.It was getting late when the girls. For the last week I’ve been doing something I never do at any other time, and that is rubbing myself looking at Her photos and videos and the copies of worship material I’ve sent Her, but not going all the way. At my age I have to be sure I’m going to be able to ‘do it’ today, and I’ve taken all the right pills too. So I’m a mixture of enormous excitement that I’m going to be seeing Her and showing Her all the stuff on my laptop about Her, and tremendous nerves that it’s all going to go wrong.I. Must have had too much to drink. I'm in a fog. The fog. The Female Fog, my ex used to call it. When my mind would sort of curl up and go to sleep and the Woman Beast in me would take over. That guy's starting to look pretty good. I could --Her fingernails were digging painfully into his arm as she snarled at him, "Get me away from this friggin' place. Now. Take me home, damn you!"She was a natural blonde. Unless had she dyed her pubic hair too. But he had no attention to spare for inane. If she was trying to get me revved up, she succeeded in grand fashion. I was as hard as a teenager standing there soaking up the sight of her before me. She just oozed sex appeal. "Well, lover, what do you think?" she purred to me. I gulped before replying to her. "It's a damned good thing you're with me, lady. That outfit would tempt the Pope." "It's a major part of my fantasy," she giggled. "I wanted to dress like a dirty slut because my fantasy involves doing something very dirty." "And what.